The moon hung lightly in the sky.
Eugene arrived on time for his date with Ellie.
In the quiet Western—style restaurant, soft, soothing music drifted through the air like dancing butterflies—elegant, calming.
It felt just right.
"Cheers, Eugene!" Ellie raised her wine glass, her smile sweet and bright.
From now on, Eugene would be hers.
"Cheers." Eugene lifted his glass, his eyes locked on hers. Under her affectionate gaze, he took a small sip.
After holding back for a moment, Ellie couldn't resist asking, "Eugene, did Clara really sign the divorce papers?"
At the mention of Clara, Eugene's expression soured. "The mood's so nice right now, let's not talk about her." He set his glass down with a hint of annoyance, a flicker of disdain flashing in his eyes.
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